Good Novel
Chapter 1890
The afternoon passed uneventfully, and by 10:00 p.
m.
, the hallway was eerily quiet.
Hannah glanced at her phone, breaking the silence.
“Dotson, you should get some rest.
I’ll take the first half of the night, and you can cover the second.
”
“I’m feeling good.
Let’s stay on alert together.
I’ll keep watch in the outer room while you stay in the inner room.
That way, we can alert each other if something happens,” Dotson suggested.
Hannah hesitated briefly before nodding.
“Alright.
Be vigilant.
If you notice anything strange, knock on the door and wake me.
”
Dotson nodded.
“I understand.
”
Hannah leaned against the sofa, her eyes fixed on Franco lying in bed.
She couldn’t sleep, her mind racing with worry and thoughts of what could go wrong.
Just past 2 a.
m.
, a wave of sleepiness hit Hannah.
She felt herself drifting off when a sudden, urgent knock jolted her awake.
Her mind cleared instantly.
She hurried to the door and opened it.
Dotson stood there, urgency in his eyes.
“Boss, this floor is on fire.
We need to go.
”
“On fire?”
Hannah’s brow furrowed.
She sensed something was amiss; the timing was too convenient for a mere accident.
“Help me move Franco’s bed,” she instructed Dotson and turned back into the room.
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”
Together, they wheeled the bed towards the ward door.
Outside, chaos reigned as patients scrambled to escape, flooding the stairways.
A bodyguard stood at the door, looking alarmed.
Hannah, maintaining her composure, addressed him, “Protect Franco and get him out of here safely.
”
She gave Dotson a meaningful look.
“You go with them.
We can’t risk anything happening during the evacuation.
”
“But what about you, Boss?” Dotson’s face creased with concern.
“Don’t worry about me.
I’ll be fine,” Hannah reassured him, her gaze shifting towards the source of the fire.
“Even if I can’t get out through the stairways, I can always find another way.
The priority is getting Franco to safety.
”
Seeing her resolve, Dotson nodded and followed the bodyguards, guiding Franco off the floor.
Once they were gone, Hannah exhaled a sigh of relief.
She massaged her sore shoulder before moving towards the fire.
The smoke grew thicker as she advanced, forcing her to cover her mouth and nose.
She bent forward, trying to stay below the densest smoke.
Nearby, an exit passageway beckoned, but the fire engulfed the safe route.
Escape seemed impossible.
The heat was overwhelming, and the smoke stung Hannah’s eyes, forcing her to squint.
Amid the chaos, she spotted the evidence she had been looking for.
Fighting off dizziness, she took some quick photos.
As she aimed for more, a chilling sensation crept up her spine.
Spinning around, she saw Makenna standing there, eyes wild, clutching a fruit knife.
The flickering flames cast an eerie light on her face.